Story Title: Atlantis Rising
Chapter Title: The Room
Author: Me, of course, Sarah.
Full Summary: Summary: The team was sure that Atlantis had been abandoned thousands of years before their arrival, but the discovery stasis unit changed all of that. But what they discovered wasn't at all what they were expecting, or hoping for.
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis. I did however drive pass the studios where it is filming and it was the highlight of that week, no month, no probably my entire year. (Saw the pretty roof with SG-1 on it . . . very nice.)
Author's notes: Aside from most of the other fanfiction I've written, this story has not been pre-written. gasp. I know, I know, scary but, hopefully, I'll be able to keep on writing and have a chapter every other day or so. Reviews are brain food for authors.
And on with the story (don't worry it'll all clear up within the next few chapters . . .)
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"Should we wake her?""I don't know; it's your call doctor."
Dr. Beckett really, really didn't want to be up at this hour. After the discover of another alien device, his entire staff had been running him raged; asking him to examine this, experiment with this, cries of "oh doctor" resounded throughout the lab- and he was tired, dead tired. So a girl, stuck in stasis, discovered in the center of a lab flanking his own really didn't do much for him.
His first reply was "why can't it wait till morning?" earned nothing but a pointed glare from Dr. Weir, and that was one thing he'd learned very quickly never to talk back to. So four hours latter there was still no answer to how to revive her, and Carson was just plain exhausted.
"Elizabeth," he said, rubbing his eyes, not caring that he had addressed his commander by her first name- it was much too late. "I don't think there's anything else I could really do. There are a few experimental risks we could take, but I don't have the slightest clue as to what the damage might be." He looked at her, "I'm sorry but there's not much more I can do."
Dr. Weir really wanted to glare but she too had been up since the early hours in the morning and, even though she knew she was too tired to be making any decisions, she desperately wanted to know why the Ancients would leave a girl, no more than eighteen years old by her looks, alone in an abandoned city. Besides she cared even less for the idea that the girl could awake any time-and if she was anything like the Shadow, Elizabeth did not want her, or it, around as the city slept. That just did not sit well with her.
"Do whatever you have to Doctor, I'm going to wake John."
Carson looked in surprise at Weir. It was unusual for her to make snap decision. Maybe the drain of the last couple of days was getting to her. He'd have to check on her latter. "Get McKay while you're at it. We could probably use his help."
Elizabeth was just turning to leave as Beckett leaned over the clear lid of the stasis chamber, both hands touching the see-through material. But before he could attempt anything else and before Dr. Weir could leave, the chamber lit up. Bright lights from inside highlighted the girl and red lights, lining the chamber, began to flash.
Both Dr. Weir and Dr. Beckett were silent. Neither wanted to move for fear of awakening something else, and they both wanted to see just what was going on.
Aside from the stasis unit, nothing in the lab reacted in any way. Only one seeable control panel existed, and that was on the far wall- but even that remained still. The rest of the room was barren: grey and dull. An usual place for any item of importance. Which gave Dr. Weir a horrible suspicion that they shouldn't have been playing in there in the first place.
Eventually the red lights began blinking slower. Slower and slower until they were nothing more than a systematic pulse. A red light every minute until they stopped entirely.
"Do you . . . do you think it's safe?" Dr. Beckett whispered.
"How should I know?" responded Dr. Weir, in an equally quiet voice.
Taking one last gulp, Carson started forward, cautiously moving one foot in front of the other, his gaze never wavering from the now seemingly dead unit.
"Do you think it was damaged? So perhaps it won't work?" Weir asked, her gaze too locked upon the piece of machine.
"No I don't think so," Beckett responded, "The main light is still active. But we can't be sure until McKay gets here."
Elizabeth began to respond, but the unit opened. No flash of light, no billowing smoke, just a hissss as the air was released and fresh air rushed to take its place. "Dr. Weir to Major Sheppard. John we need you in . . . well go to the infirmary and you'll see." Hoping that he wasn't in too deep of sleep, she clicked her radio off and waited for the mysterious sleeper to awaken.
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Remeber Review are good (though I won't beg) . . . next chapter . . . who is the girl? And what is she doing in Atlantis all alone? Feel free to email me to guess- I'll tell you if you're right.